C'est la vie

Art is everywhere, it can be anything.
Art is surviving without permitting that your heart becomes a rock.
It is the perfect sky covered with stars, the one that reminds you that there is still a chance.
It is the song that says everything you are feeling and makes you burst into tears.
It is the movie that makes you think about your life and feel comfortable knowing that someone else feels the same way you do.
It is the wind that touches your body and gives you the impression of being hugged.
It is the mirror that shows a different person anytime you look at it.
It is the book that changes your life because it makes you understand human beings.
It is the child that smiles when looks at you and makes you believe that it is worth living one more day.
It is the chocolate that sweets your mouth, but makes you long for a kiss.
It is the calendar that speeds faster than you are able to rip off the sheets of the days.
It is every little thing that tells me that living is an art and surviving is the greatest masterpiece a person can reach.

Here comes the sun

Waking up must be worthy.
The value of things is not part of them,
it's part of us, who see, feel and touch them

Hoping that something or somebody
will fullfil the hole you carry
Is useless, is blindness. Very.

If you expect that walking by your way
on a hot summer day
happiness will call you and just say:
'I'm here to stay'
You may get tired of waiting anyway.

Dig your soul, walk alone
Look at yourself in the mirror
and search for your real self.
It is there,
somewhere.
Beneath your thousands of masks.
Sourrounded by your millions of fears and complexes.

Once you set it free,
you will see
how happiness has always been close to thee.

Anyway the wind blows

Frustração. Estranha sensação.

É o sentir o cheiro do bolo, mas não poder comê-lo.

É o ter sede, chegar à nascente d’água, mas não poder tomá-la.

É o vislumbrar aquele sonho, mas não poder realizá-lo.

É a busca, a procura, a esperança, a aproximação e a queda.

De todos os sentimentos, apenas o vazio fica.

O restante se vai, como o sol ao entardecer.

A saída é começar de novo, para não perder o ritmo, pois a vida é feita disso.

Mas é inevitável olhar para trás e ainda pensar no que poderia ter sido.

Esse espinho entra na alma, vai conosco por todo caminho.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
And hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Hoping for the best, but expecting the worse

Why do you keep me waiting?
Why aren't you here?
Why can't you make a decision?

Why am I always wanting?
Why don't I have you near?
Why does it seem to be a illusion?

Why do I walk on the strees hunting?
Why do I feel this fear?
Why can't you tell me your conclusion?

Am I too little?
Am I too much?
Am I still little
In your eyes?

All these questions in me
And you can't even ease my mind
Don't you believe my feelings?

Wouldn't you like to try?
Do you think I could lie?
Do you wanna see me cry?
Are you planning to make it die?

I've asked you to be with me
You said "trust me"
And now I want to see
Or just let it be
It's not up to me